You are a shooting star glistening in the night

Consumed by the cocoon

It is glue-

If you are unable to witness the good that is within, no one else will be able to either.

You are a trigger he was ready to pull

Your life was

Stunning and nice, without a heart filled of ice How can one talk to me and smile; It has an empty meaning After all, she’s just a pretty little thing Not afraid to spread her wings If she flys to far Things might end up dire When will my pulsating...

My mind is racing

She loved to travel and the sound of the gravel The sun beamed, while the mind began to unravel. Hopes of finding a land of peace in time so ease could come to her mind, as this was her prime She needed to explore and see more of the world Not curled ...

Everlasting Love